[ It takes Lauralae a moment to respond to the sudden appearance of her old friend - she finishes her prayers, even if they're made a little more briefly than she might usually, before her fingers slowly reach out and sink into the soft fur. She wears gloves even here and doesn't hesitate, something soft on her face. ]
Greetings again, my friend. It is good to see you.
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Greetings again, my friend. It is good to see you.